Dylan's POV
I had woken up grumpy that morning. The stunt Greta had pulled the previous day had left me traumatized. I had s*****d her out of anger but I had regretted it the minute Demien pulled her away from me.
Demien had come into my room later with Derek and his words had somehow made me feel better and guilty at the same time.
I understood that Greta wanted to act her age, but she could do that without shaving years off our lives.
Derek had insisted on sleeping in my room insisting that he was too traumatized to sleep alone. I had not said no so he slept in my room.
I didn't expect that I would be able to sleep either, but I had slept and dreamt about Greta being kidn*pped, and it was too late by the time we found her; she had bruises all over her body. I had woken up with a s
